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PRINTED FOR THE MALONE SOCIETY BY 
HORACE HART M.A. AT THE 
OXFORD UNIVERSITY 
PRESS 



THE COBLER’S 
■PROPHECY 

1594 


THE MALONE SOCIETY 

REPRINTS 

1914 



This reprint of the Cobler^sProphecy]x&?> been prepared 
by A. C. Wood with the assistance of the General 
Editor. 


Dec. 1914. 


W. W. Greg. 



The Registers of the Stationers’ Company contain 
the following entry : 

viif lunij 

Entred for his copie vnder thandes of master warden Cawood / Cuchberc 

a book intituled /the Coblers prophesie vj^ C 

[Alberts Transcript^ 11, 6 ^ 3 .^ 

The quarto, which appeared dated the* same year, 
was printed for Burby by John Danter and bore on 
the title-page thewords, ‘Written by Robert Wdson. 
Gent.’ It IS printed in type approximating in body 
to modern pica (20 11 . = 8 3 mm.). There are copies 
in the British Museum (wantmg sig. E), the Bodleian 
Library, the Pepysian Library at Magdalene Col- 
lege, Cambridge, and the Dyce collection. Only 
the British Museum and Pepysian copies have the 
preliminary leaf (A i), and only the Dyce copy 
has the blank leaf at the end (G 4). The British 
Museum, Bodleian, and Dyce copies have been used 
in the preparation of this reprint. 

Of Robert Wilson very little is known. There 
seems to have been more than one person of the 
name connected with the stage. A Robert Wilson, 
who gained a great reputation as a comic actor, was 
an original member of the Earl of Leicester’s com- 
pany in 1 5-74 and of the Queen’s in 1 58 3 . A Robert 
Wilson also appears repeatedly in Henslowe’s Diary 
as writmg for the Lord Admiral’s company from 
iV 5»8 to idoo. The latter is probably the Wilson 
who IS mentioned by. Meres in 1/98 as among the 
best poets for comedy, for his name appears in close 
conjunction with others who wrote for Henslowe. 

This Wilson can hardly be the same as the actor, 


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since, in his jipology for Actors^ printed in i(fi2, " 
Thomas Heywood, whose connexion with the stage 
beg^ at latest in mentions Wilson among, 

the older generation of actors who flourished before 
his time. It is disputed which of the two was 
the ‘ Robert Wilson, yoman (a player) ’ buried at 
St. Giles’s, Cripplegate, on 20 November idoo, 
but there sfems to be no evidence that the second 
was an actor as well as an author. 

It, is of course the elder Wilson to whom the 
ascription on the title-page of the present play 
must be taken to apply, since the style of the com- 
position is certainly that of an earlier period. The 
only surviving work in which Henslowe’s writer 
had a hand. Sir John Oldcastle^ is of a much more 
modern type. It must also be the elder Wilson 
who is mentioned by Lodge in his Defence of Poetry, 
Mustek and Stage Plays, published in rySo, as the 
author of a play on Catiline’s Conspiracy, ‘a peece 
surely worthy prayse,the practice of a good scholler,’ 
but now lost. 

Thanks are due to Mr. Gaselee, the Pepysian 
Librarian, for information concerning the copy in 
his keeping. 


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• TTl 

List of Doubtful and Irregular Readings. 


10 Plenties rich] so Dyce: 

Plentie* srich 
f JStodlt, 

11 fheaues. 

40 th’efFectuall 
6 ^ condemnatio ^ 
d'^-yo] not Indented 

faterday 

71 thou. {substitute for 

whore. ?) 

72 out 

8(J And] possibly A nd 
no keepe^, 

120 Man 

124C.W. B.aphl\ so Bodl.^ 
Dyce : R pk. B.M. 

127 prophet fpeaker ^] posst^ 

bly Prophetfpealcer ? 

128 odds.] so BodL : Gods. 

Dyce, 

177 thon 

178 pace'^ read place and cf. I. 

970 

154 prophe tation^ 

217 exelence. 

231 Soub~\ read Cont and cf. 

]. 230 c*w. 

270 Piophefie.] a space before 

the pointy possibly read 
Prophefies. 

271 ludgemeets 
301 taskes 
309] indented 

before] possibly b efore 
377 exelent: 

377 isfcarfe 

378 afat 

384 Countr ] possibly read 
Coun and ct. 1 - 387 
358 Little] t doubtful 

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400 mee? 

44(? allthat ^ 

4^3 Mil 

48^ I war-(rant)]Iw ar-B.Af,: 

I war- BodL^ Dyce, 

702 certaine 
70^ Mocs 
713 Btcho. ^ 

748 Ladies why] there is a 
considerable space be^ 
t'ween these ‘wonds in 
the original 
778 Cleoi 

I, 

76'2 C odrij^ 

770 Cleoi 
7^7 rrim^ 

799 firffc 
finke^ 

6’22C.w. Why 
(^44 voicei 
^49] indented 

673^6^76^ Ch: 

6" 7 9 andfcornd, 

6 62, voices^ 

(^77 awhole 
6*88 fomuch 
‘j 66 noth mg 
780—1] indented 
8o<> woondious 
8i^ fit. 

827 Munnerie? 

831 Hulhandmands, 

840 prouide] read prouided 
844 prouided] read prouide 
84<j come, 

849 th 
879 behod. 

%66 hap 
870 feCj, 

873 Sat 



8 /p] not mde7ited 
8c) 7 the mercie] possMy 
themercie 
inough : 

^07 ‘right, 

^18 Booetia, 

fake.] fake, 

^^16 Rahh' 

^2,^ my in 
wan ant I 
^49 tIpOTZ 
^60 hangne 
o(?9 fouldiet. 

5i7o?*w. Why 
976* Loue, 

983 vnkinde, 

989—90] indented 
1 010 ^oue 

10^7 FifeJ^ possibly F//^, 
lodg iighnes, 
lodp Contempt. 

1073 Cobler, 

1088] not indented 
Iia6‘ Exit 
Iia7 Enter 
1130 eftate. 

I 17 I noble 
1171 trecherie, 

1207 both 
121^ Booetia, 

1224- chap’m, 

1240 exilde, 

c.w. And] m doubt a Ime 
ts omitted 

1241 Ay me] possibly Ayme 
i2<^o godmothers,] s doubtful 
I2<>i Godfather 

12^3 Bocetia 

I2<^8 ] read 

1280 hatcHj possibly h atch 


1301] indented^ 
l'^o 6 Eueunt. 

1307 Schollcr^ 

1331] not indei^ed 
wife 

1334-7] stage directions in %*ornan 
type 

1338 D<k, 

13^8 not] a mark after this 'word 
[clearest tn BodL) ts 
probably accidental as 
it seems to be outside 
the measure 
1373 Booetia, 

1384 fpeed, 

1397 Bosetia 

1402 Booetias 

1403 Bail 

1422 ye minde,] read ye to 
minde, ? 

1443 c.w. Bu 
1447 

1449] tn roman type 
14(^9 Sat, 

1480 number. 

1487 Sound drums,] m roman 

type 

1488 Cont, 

1700] in roman type 
1510J no 
1729 abiects 

173^ Spitting] first t doubtful 
1738 a&iord, 

1798 Booetia 

id 1 7 possibly A ixtOi 

I da I, I dad Booetia. 
id34 Booetian 
sig. F 2 misprinted 1 2 
sigs. F 2 and F 3, running title 
Coblcrs 


As a rule there is a colon after speakers'" names, whether these 
are abbieviated or not, but this is veiy frequently omitted in the 
case of Raph, Where a semi-colon has been substituted for the 

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colon it IS noted ^n the above list. A full stop sometimes appears 
• in place of a query-mark at the end of interrogative sentences, 
A lo^v^r case w ’ is often found at the beginning of verse lines 
and even of speeches. In the running title the spellings Trophefie 
and Frophecie appear pr^^miscuously. 

The only certain instance of variation between copies is that 
in 1. laS, where the Bodleian copy offers the corrected text. 
The instances in 11. lo^ 1 x 4 c.w., may all be due to imperfect 
lockmg of the type. Note that the initials in the ornament on 
A 3 recto have not printed properly in the British Museum copy, 
from which the collotype plates have been made. The Slock 
used m the repiint is from the Bodleian copy, which agrees in 
this detail with that m the Dyce collection. No initials appear 
m the similar ornament on the title-page. 


List of Characters 

in order of appearance. 


Ceres. 

Mercury. 

Raph Cobler. 

Zelota, his wife* 

Sateros, a soldier. 
Contempt, alias Content, 
a Country Gentleman, 
a Scholar. 

Emnius, a courtier. 

Thalia ^ 

Clio > three Muses. 

Melpomine 3 

Charon. 


CODRUS. 

a Porter of Mars’, 
a Herald. 

Venus. 

Mars. 

Folly, 

Newfangle. 
a Duke. 

^waiting maids to Venus. 

a Messenger to the Duke, 
a Prisoner, 
a Priest. 


Jupiter, Juno, Apollo, Bacchus, Vulcan, Diana, Niceness, 
Dalience, Jealousy, the infant Ruina, and the Duke's daughter. 
ISI.B, In 1. igdx and subsequently Emnius is called Ennius. 



THE 

COBLERS 


Prophefie, 


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^Printed at London by lohn Dantcr for Cuthbff? 

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RoyaU-Exdiangc, 


TiTLE-PaGEj a 2 RECTO (B. M.) 




THE 

COBLERS 

^ * 

if 

ProplieliCi 

fAffirlufiicr <pi/Iii3o,, Mar$ wr^^cfitis, -^5 polio utiH 
ii'w, JR ctl us, Vnk- n htf-f<.ng,*r4*fut Pwoa »'? 
i.n Lm^s; tl.t}-^iitJ}eh^’^kils*nWe'f,f^e">lAaiUXitfrm'vm 
i' J C c» cs from4netijermtetet. 


‘/ 

"f^ R tfli Mayps fonnc.fine v. itaaftjioreatcfl Go<l, 

I'H Ilcrrakloi iu‘atien,{ouIc clianning Meicuric: 

Te'ii ,for thouwttftAvlij thcfe cdeiljall powers 
Arcihiis lillembled m Bccona* 

Jlfcrcufte: PIciuaC Siich Q^f ciic,cficcrer of fattitingibu?", 

V V}a‘ Tc Altars Aarcadorndc wit): npend llicjucs,^ 

Ka low tlist fccuntic thit-fc nui fcol finne, 

I lath bred coHfci: pt in al'/ Bctcna. 

The old arc fconicd of tLc wanton j ong, 

V nhallosvcd bniuls,and haitj inaputeyai :<*, 
iLfid downc tl.e Altars faered to tbcGods^ 

A i |Ica» i-Si 


A 3 RECTO (B.M.) 







THE . 
COBLERS 

Prophefie. 


Written, by Robert Wilfbn. Gent. 



Printed at London by lolin Danter for Cutlibert 
Burbie : and are to be fold at his ftiop nere 
the Royall-Exchange. 

ITP4. 




THE 

COBLERS 

Prophelie. 

Enter lupiter and luno, Mars and Venus, Apollo, after Sc . » 
him, Bacchus, Vulcan Itmpmg, and after all Diana wringing 
her hands: they pajfe by, while on the ftage Mercuric from one 
end Ceres from another meete. 

CERES. 

F Refh Mayas fbnne, fine witcrafts greateft God, 

Herrald of heauen, foule charming Mercurie : 

TeU, for thou ■witft, why thefe celeltiaU powers 
Are thus aflembled in Boeotia. 

Mercurie Plenties rich Queene, cheerer of fainting fouls, lo 
Whole Altars are adornde with ripend flieaues. 

Know that lecuritie chiefe nurfe or finne, 

Hath bred contempt in all Boeotia. 

The old are Icorned of the wanton yong, 

Vnhallowed hands, and harts impurer farre. 

Rend downe the Altars facred to the Gods. 

A 3 


Heauen 



I ‘ The Coblers Prophejie. 

Htauen is long liifFring, and eternall Powers 
full of pitie to peruerfeft men : , 

which made the awful Ruler of the reft, 

Summon this meeting of the heaitenly States : io ’ 

The firft was lupiter, luno with him. 

Next Mars and Venus, him I know ^ou knew not, 

His Harnefle is conuerted to foft ftlke, 

His warres ake onely wantonings with her. 

That fcandalizeth heauen and heapes worlds hate, 

Aj^o next, then Bacchus belly-God, 

And horned Vulcan forger of heauens fire, 

The laft poore Cynthia making woful mone. 

That fhe is left fweet virgin poft alone. 

I am but meflenger, and muft not denounce 30 

Til the high fenate of the Gods decree it. 

But facred Ceres, if I may diuine. 

In heauen fliall Venus vaunt but little time. 

Ceres: So pleafde it mighty loue the doome were iuft, 
Amongft that holy traine what needs there luft 
Mercurte: I fee a fort of wondring gazing eyes. 

That doo await the end of this conceit, 
whom Mercuric with wauing of his rod. 

And holy fpels inioines to fit and fee, 
th’effectuall working of a Prophefie. 4 ® 

Ceres: And Ceres flieds her fweeteft fwetes in plentie, 

Caji Comfets. 

That while ye ftay their pleafure may content ye. 

Now doo I leaue thee Mercury, and will in to take my place, 

Doo what thou canft in wanton lufts difgrace. 

Mercurte: Ceres I will, and now I am alone 
will I aduife me of a meflenger 
That will not feint : will not feid I ? 

Nay fball not faint fent forth by Mercuric. 

I am refolud, the next I meete with be it he or fhe, jo 

To doo this meflage fhaU be fent by me. 

Enter Raph Cohler with hisjloole, his implements md jhooes^ 

and 



The Colley s Trophejie. 
and Jitting on his fioole, falls to fng. 

Hey downe dos/ne a downe a dowae, 

’ hey downe downe a downe a. 

Our beauty is the braueft Lafle in all the towne a: 

For beauties Iweete lake, I lleepe when I fliould wake, 

Ihee is fo nut browhe a. 

Her cheekes lb red as a cherrie, do make my hart full merry. 

So that I cannot choole in cobling of my Ihooes, 5 o 

but fing hey derrie derrie downe derrie. 

Zelota his wife within. (your falb'on. 
Zelota: Go too Raph youle Hill be finging loue fongs its 
Raph: Content your lelfe wife, tis my own recantation. 

No loue long neither, but a carrol in beauties condemnatio 
Ze: well year belt leaue finging and fall to work by & by 
while I to buy meat for our dinner to market doo hie. (way. 

R: And you were bell leaue your fcolding to, & get you a- 
z: And I come to you Raph, He courfe ye as I did a faterday 
R; Courle me fnowns, I would thou durfl: come out of dore, 70 
And thou doll He knock thee on the head thou arrant thou, 
was not this lullily Ipoken ? I warrant Ihe dare not come out 
JRnter Zelota. 

Ze: He fee what yeele doo, where are yee goodman Lout? 

He creepes vnder the ftoole. 

Ra: O no bodie tell her that I am vnder the lloole. 

Ze: wheres this prating Afle, this dizzardly foole. 

Mer: why here I am Dame, lets fee what thou canll fay, 
Bellirre your Dillaffe, doo the worll ye may. 

Ze: Alas that euer I was borne to lee this fight, 80 

My Raph is transformed to a wicked Ipright. 

Ra: Shee lies yfaith, I am here vnder the lloole. 

Mer: Let me alone Raph, hold thy peace thou fbole. 

I am a Iprite indeede, a fiend which will purlue thee Hill, 
Vntill I take a full reuenge of all thy proffered ill. 

And for thy former dealings to thy husband hath bin bad, 

I charme thee and inchaunt thee queane, 

Thou henceforth lhalt be mad ; 


And 



The Cohlers Prophecze. 

And neuer fliall thy jEbolifti braine cut ofF this franticke fit, 

Till with thy hand vnwillinglie thou murder doe commit. 90 - 

He charmes her uozth hts zod^ 

Rap- Nay fhe is mad enough alreadie, 

For {he will doe nothing with me but fight, 

And ye make hir more mad, ihele kill me out right. 

Zel- Make me mad Raph, no faith Raph, 

Though thou be a diuell and a fpright, 

Nere toll the bell. He not be goffippe. 

The childe Ihall not be chrillned to night. 

Goe to the back-houle for the boy. 

Bid the tankerd bring the conduit home. 100 

He buy no plumme porredge, 

He not be made iuch a mome. 

And becaufe thou haft a fine rod Raph, 

He looke in thy purfe by and by : 

And if thou haue any money in it, 
wele drinke the Diuell dry, Diuell dry, &c 

Here pe runnes about the Jiage Jnatching at euerie thing 
(bee fees. 

Raph: Out of doubt Ihe is mad indeed. 

See what a coyle fhe doth keepe, iro 

Mer. Raph fhe fhall trouble none of vs, He charme her 
faft a fleepe. 

Zeh Come Raph, lets goe fleepe, for thou muft mend 
Queene Guiniuers fhooes to morrow. 

I haue a pOlowe of my owne. He neither begge nor borrow. 

Exit. 

Mer. So fleepe thy fill, now Raph come forth to mee. 

Raph: Come forth quoth he marrie God blefle vs. 

Now you haue made my wife mad what fhal become of me ? 
Mar: Feare not come forth, I meane no hurt to thee. ito 
Rap: VVeU He truft you for once, what fay yee. (bed 
Mer: Raph hie thee home, & thou fhalt finde vpon thy 
Attire that for a prophets fute fhal ftand thee in good ftead 
A prophet thou muft be and leaue thy worke a while. 

Raph. 



The Coblers Prophecie ^ 

Raph A Prophet fpeaker ? Ha, ha, ha, heres a coyle’' 

What are yoi, I pray ? 

Ji^er: I am Mercuric the Meffenger of the Gods. 

Raph And I am Raph Cobler, twixt vs there is fome odds. 

But heare ye God Marlcedy, haue you retoride 
To take a free man'of his companie, 130 

And hinder him to be your Prophet fpeaker^ 
Andwhenyefethim aworkegiue himnothingfbrhislabor. 

Mer: I muft charmehim afleepe, or he willffillbe prating. 

He pleafe thee well, I pre thee Raph fit downe. ■» 

Raph Now I am fet, would I had a pot of ale. 

Mer: We will haue twaine, but firft attend my tale. 

He charmes him with his wd ajleepe. 

Not farre hence ftandeth Mars his Court, 
to whom thus fee thou fay. 

Mars though thou he a Cocke of the game, 140 

that wontjt to croe hy day. 

And with thy Jharpnea fpurres 

the crauen Cockes didst kill and Jlay : 

Sith now thou dost but prune thy wings, 
and make thy f ethers gay : 

A dunghill Cocke that croes by night, 
pall Jlilie thee betray. 

And tread thy Hen, and for a time 
pall came her away. 

And pe by him pall hatch a Chick e, ijo 

this Countrey to decay. 

And for this pretie Pullets name 
thou palt the better leame : 

When thou fait onelie letters fiue 
within one name difcerne. 

Three vowels and two confonants, 
which vowels if thon [can. 

Doth Jound that which to euerie pace 
conducteth euerie man. 


B 


Then 



t The Cob levs Prophecie. 

T^hen call to minde this Prophecie, 
for thats the baftards name • 

Then roufe thy fefe, then reach thy fvoord, 
and win thy wonted fame. 

Now Eaph awake, for I haue done 

the taske for which I came. Exit. 

Raph ftretches himfefe, and wakes. 

Raph Heigh lio, wake quoth you, I thinke tis time, 
for I haue flept fbundly : 

And f°e thought in my fleep this was God Markedy, 
that had chaunted my wife mad for good caufe why. 

Ahoue me thought I faw God Shebiter, 
that marloufly did ffowne. 

With a dart of fier in his hand 
readie to throw it downe 
Below me thought there were falfe knaues 
walking like honeft men verie crafiely ; 

And few or none could he plainly feene 
to thriue in the world by honeftie. 

Me thought I faw one that was wondrous fat, 

Picke two mens purfes while they were firming for a gnat. 

And fome that dwelt in flreetes were large and faire. 

Kept backe fhops to vtter their baddeffc ware. 

What meddle I with trades ^ Men mailers and maids. 

Yea and wiues too and all are too too bad, 

Be iudgd by my wife, that was neuer well till Ihe ran mad. 

But O the Baker, how he plaid falfe with the ballance. 

And ran away from the takers tallants. 

The Bruer was as bad, the Butcher as HI, 

For its their tricke to blow vp leane meate with a quilL 
And with the flroke a Butcher gaue an oxe 
that lowd bellowing did make, 

I loft fight of all the other trickes, 
and fo fbdainly did wake 

But now muft Raph trudge about his prophe tation, 

F aith ye fhall heare me troll it out after my falhion. Exit. 



The Cohlers Propheae. 

Enter Saferos a fouldier, and Contempt naming ’ n 

, htmfey^e Content. 

SaP Thus haue I ferued in my Princes warres, 

Againft the Perfian and the Afian Powers : 

The cole-blacke Moore'that reuels in the Straights aoo 

Haue I repelled with my lofle of blood 
My fcarres are witnes of my hard efcapes : 

My wrinckles in my face (made old by care, 

VVhen yet my yeres are in their chiefeffc prime) 

Are glafles of my griefe, lights of my languor. 

That Hue difgracde, and haue deferued honor 

Cont: I am the admiredft in Boeotia, 

By honoring me thou fhalt obtaine preferment. 

Sat: Vnto the Gods and Prince doo fouldiers honor. 

And wert thou one of thefe, I would adore thee. 210 

Cont. I am of power more than all the Gods 
To fit and rule the harts of all degrees. 

They haue in me content, as thou {halt lee 
A prefent inftance in thefe entring men 

Enter Emnius aCourtier,'With him a Sc holler, and 
a Countrey Gentleman. 

Contr: Haile to Contents diuineft exelence. 

Schol: Content our fweeteft good, we doo falute thee, 

Cour- Though lafi; I am not leaft in duteous kindnes 
To thee Content although thou be no God, azo 

Yet greater in account than all of them. 

Schol. But if ye knew his name wer Olygoros, which fignifieth 
Contempt, you would not miftake him, and name him Content. 

Cont: O Mas fchoUer be patient, for though you like not my 
name, you loue my nature: and therefore Gentlemen forward 
with the difcourle intended at our laft meeting : and in that con- 
ference this Gentleman a fbuldier, I prefume will make one. 

Cour: Being a fbldier, his companie is fit for anie honeft gen- 
tleman, and therefore welcome into our companie. 

Sat: I thanke you fir. 230 

B a 


Cont: 



The Cohkrs Prophecie. 


1 


Enter Saferos a- fouldierj and Contempt naming ’ st. » 
, htmfelfe Content. 

Sat: Thus haue I ferued in my Princes warres, 

Againft the Perfian and the Afian Powers : 

The cole-blacke Moore\hat reuels in the Straights *oo 

Haue I repelled with my lofle of blood 
My fcarres are witnes of my hard efcapes : * 

My wrinckles in my face (made old by care, 

VVhen yet my yeres are in their chiefeft prime) 

Are glaues of my griefe, lights of my languor. 

That liue dilgracde, and haue deferued honor. 

Cont: 1 am the admiredfl: in Bceotia, 

By honoring me thou {halt obtaine preferment. 

Sat: Vnto the Gods and Prince doo fouldiers honor. 

And wert thou one of thefe, I would adore thee. no 

Cont: I am of power more than all the Gods 
To fit and rule the harts of all degrees 
They haue in me content, as thou ftialt lee 
A prefent inftance in thefe entring men 

Enter Emntus aCourtter,natth him aScholler^and 
a Countrey Gentleman. 

Contr: Haile to Contents diuinell exelence. 

Schol: Content our fweetefl; good, we doo falute thee. 

Cour: Though lafl: I am not leall in duteous kindnes 
To thee Content although thou be no God, zzo 

Yet greater in account than all of them. 

Schol: But if ye knew his name wer Olygoros, which fignifieth 
Contempt, you would not miftake him, and name him Content. 

Cont: O Mas fchoEer be patient, for though you like not my 
name, you loue my nature: and therefore Gentlemen forward 
with the difeourfe intended at our lafl; meeting : and in that con- 
ference this Gentleman a fouldier, I prefume wiE make one. 

Cour: Being a Ibldier, his companie is fit for anie honeft gen- 
tleman, and therefore welcome into our companie. 

Sat: I thanke you fir. 130 

B z 


Cont: 



f The Cohlers 'Prophecie. 

Soi^: ThougTi the Courtier fpeake him faire, in hart I Icnowe 
he difdaines him for his hace apparell : wherei® he ohferues one r 
principle of my law. Welcome him Scholler. ^ 

SchoJ: To me a Souldier is a welcome man. 

Soul: I kindly thanke you lir. Enter Raph. 

Raph Sir: what fir, or what ftir haue vfe here? Why ye proud 
Pagans and Panem noftrums, thinke ye no better of a Prophet 
than ye would oT a Pedlar : and make ye no more account of me 
than ye doo of a Cobler. 

CotTt; As thou art. 140 

Raph As I am ? No ye little goolecap God, knowe that God 
Markedie made me a Prophet, and lent me of a meflage to the 
blundring God of the thundring warre, to Mars, to Maua aua a- 
ua ars : twill come nere your nofe little God I can tell ye. 

Cent. Well hold thy peace of that, and let vs hear thele Gen- 
tlemen dilpute. 

Raph Will they Ipout ? whereon ? 

Cont: He of the Court, the other of the Countrey, this of 
Bookes, that of Battels. 

Raph And I of Prophefie. ijo 

Cont: No, thou and I will fit ftiU, and giue our iudgemeets of 
this controuerfie. 

Raph WeR content, but He Ipeake my minde when I lift, 
thats flat. 

Cont: Sit'downe then. Gentlemen when you pleale begin. 

Emn: Firft I am a Courtier, daily in my Princes eye : which 
one good of it felfe alone is able to make my Eftate aboue all o- 
ther happy. By it I get wealth, ftuor, credit, countenance ; on 
me attend fitters, praying, paying, and promifing more, than ei- 
ther fometimes they are able to performe, or I at moft times ex- x 6 o 
pect. 

Raph Thats true, for I was a filter three yere vnto ye for men- 
ding your pantables, and I was promift more than I could euer 
get, or did euer looke for. 

Emn: At the entertainment of ftrangers, who but the Cour- 
tier is in braue account ? or to the heauenly feUowfbip of diuine- 

eft 



, , ^ The Cohkrs Prophefie. ^ 

eft beaurie, and fweete confort of lonely Ladies, who bn tbe 

Courtier is called ? while the Scholler fits all day inuentingiyllo- 

gifines, the Countrey Gentleman plodding among poore hinds, 

and this 'bare fouldier here carrowfing among his prating com - 170 

pardons. 

Soul: Why a Ibuldier^of defert (as with no other doo I con- 
fbrt) can be no lefle than a Gentleman, and fome Courtiers are 
ftarce fo much. Defert I denie not is oft preferd^but oftner fiat- 
trie. Becaufe I am homely clad, you hold me dilhonorable : but 
in this plaine fute haue I been, where you dare not with alWour 
Hikes. 

Emn: Why I haue been where thou dareft not come. 

Soul: I thats in the Mercers booke, ■where I will not come. 

Rapb A word with ye Mas fouldier. 

Soul: Now fir. 

Raph Tis caufe the Mercer will not truft ye : for he knowes his 
booke is as good as a fconce for ye, youle neuer out till you bee 
tome or fired out. 

Soul: How ere delpifed, yet am I a Gentleman, and in the 
conflict of Arbaces Generali of Perfia at Marathon, I refcued 
the colours of Boeotia. I haue had hony words and fome reward, 
too little to beftow among my maimed fouldiers. Souldiers ob- 
forue lawes, therein appeares their iuftice, at leaft equalling the 
fcholler : bring Princes to thraldom, then triumphing ouer cour- 190 
tiers : are liberal! to giue, wherein for the moft they excell the 
Countrey Gentleman. In briefe, they are the fwords of heaun 
to punifti : the falue of heauen to pitie. Of whofe number bee- 
ing not the meaneft, I thinke my felfe nothing inferiour to anie 
of thefe Gentlemen. 

Raph But thou haft made manie a Cocke a cuckold by ftea- 
ling away his Hen. 

Countr: Nay my life exceUeth all, I in the Countrey Hue a 
King, my Tenaunts (as vafiailes) are at my will commaunded : 
fearruller I know they are to difpleafo mee, than diuers of you 300 
Courtiers to offend the Duke. Come there anie taskes to bee 
leuied, I tuch not mine owne ftore, for on them I take it : and I 

B 3 may 



N The Cohlers Trophejie. ’’ r , 

may r, fay to you with fome ilirplufage : my wood they bring 
me hi>me, my hay and come in harueffc : their cattell, feruants, 
Ibnnes, and felues, are at my commaund. 

Schol: O lure, quaqne tmurta. 

Raph Nay and you fpeake Latin, reach me my lafte. 

Harhe ye mas Scholler, harke ye. r- 

The time fhall come not long before the doome, 

That in defpite of Roome, 3 1 © 

Latin Ihall lacke, 

AndJjreeke ftiall beg with a wallet at his backe. 

For all are not Ibber that goes in blacke 

Goe too fcholler, theres a learning for your knacke 

Contr: At my lift can I rack their rents, fet them to fines, bind 
them to forfets, force them to what I pleafe. If I build, they bee 
my labourers : if bargaine, on them I build : and for my good 
looke they are content to endure any trauell. 

Raph But for all this iU and wrong, 

Marke the Coblers fong. 310 

The hie hill and the deepe ditch, 

Which ye digd to make your felues rich. 

The chimnies fo manie, and almes not anie. 

The widowes wofoU cries. 

And babes in ftreete that lies. 

The bitter fweate and paine 
That tenants poore luftaine. 

Win turne to your bane I tell ye plaine, 

When burning fire ihall raine. 

And fill with botch and blaine 330 

The finew and each vaine. 

Then thefe poore that crie. 

Being lifted vp on hie. 

When you are all forlorne. 

Shall laugh you lowd to fcorne. 

Then where will be the fchoUers allegories. 

Where the Lawier with his dilatories. 

Where the Courtier with his brauerie, 


And 



, t ^ The Coblers Trophefte. , 

And the money monging mate with all his knauerie. 

, Bethinke me can | no where els, 340 

But in hell where Diues dwels. 

But I fee ye care not yet, 

And thinke thefe words for me vnfit, 

And gefle I fpeake for lacke of wit ; 

Stand afide, Hand aCde, for I am dilpofed to fpit. 

Cont: Be quiet Cobler, lets heare the SchoUer Ipeake. 

Raph I giue him retoritie : to it. 

Schol: What the Courtier dreamingly poflelles, the Gt)un- 
trey Gentleman with curfles, and the Souldiour with cares: I 
quietly enioy without controll. In my ftudie I contemplate 350 
what can he done in batels, & with my pen hurt more than thou- 
fands doo with pikes, I ftrike him that fees me not. 

Raph I thought you were a proper man of your hands to come 
hehinde one. 

Schol: I fee the height of heauen 

Raph But thou makeft no haft thither. 

Schol: I view the depth of hell 

Raph Is there anie roome in hell for curft wiues and Cohlers 
fhops. 

SchoUer: Content is my Landlorde, peace and quiet are my jiJo 
companions, I am not with the Courtier hound to daunce at- 
tendance; nor with the Countriman binde I others to attende 
on mee. I poflefle pleafure more than mortall, and my con- 
templation is onely of the life immortall. 

Courtier: But you would bee glad to creepe in credit in the 
Court SchoUer, and not be curious of the meanes, for aU your 
coynefle. 

Scholl: I will not acquaint you fir with my intent, for they 
are fooles that in fecret affaires are too familiar, know this, that 
I intend to awaite occafion. 370 

Soldier. Faith Mafter SchoUer yet it Hands not with your 
proteftation. 

Countne Gentleman: Nor with you Soldier to be thus blunt 
after your rude fafhion. 

Soldier: 



The Callers Frophefte ^ - 

i^a/- Alas fir, you mull needes be exelent : for Piers & Plaine 
your^poore tenants pray for ye : their bread a^d cheele is feldom r 
denied to anie, when your fmall beere isfcarfe commpn to flia- 
nie. You know what wil be made of afat oxe as well as the Gra- ^ , 
fier, of the tallowe as well as the Butcher, of a tod of wool! as 
well as the Stapler. ^ 380 

Countr. What hath any man to doe what I doe with mine 
owne ? 

S. I alls thine owne that comes in thy hands 

Countr Sir you would make enough of it in yours to. 

Soul I mailer Courtier, thats to deale as you doe. 

Sc hoi: This fouldier is as rough as if he were in the field. 

Soul: Where you would be as t?me 

Cont; Has a proud hart though a beggers habit. ' 

Souh Where I frequent this habit lerues my turne : and as 
goodly a fight were it to lee you there in your Hikes, as the fchol- 390 
ler skirmilhing in his long gown, or the countrey Gentleman ri- 
ding on a fat Oxe with a mole fpade on his necke. 

Raph What, riding running, brauing, bralling, 

I fee ye palle not for a Prophets calling : 

Therefore I will not bee lb mad. 

To call Pearles to Iwine fo bad 

Cont: Prethee Raph Hay a little. 

Raph: Little little feeing God, I lhall lee you in a Ipittle. Ex. 

Con: Your difputation being done Gentlemen, which hath 
highly contented mee? what wfil ye now doo ? 

Emn: Marry we wifi, all to the eighteene pence Ordinary, how 
lay ye Gentlemen ? 

Countr: No fir, not I, tis too deere by ray faith. 

Schoh Why you IhaH be itiy guell for this once. How laye 
you mailer fouldier ^ 

Soul: No fir I mull turne one of your meales into three. 

And euerie one a lulEcient banquet for me. 

Cour: Faith and you had kept your newes vntill now, yee 
Ihould haue bin my guell, for your talke would haue lerud well 
for the table. 


410 



The Callers Prophecie. , 

Soul- Thats a practife of thine owne arte : it makes thy com- 
panie borne with^ll, where otherwife thou wert no fit gueft, for 
taks at fome tables are as good as teflerns 

Cour. Nay then I perceiue yee grow chollericke, come firs 
They proffer to goe in 

Cont. Why Gentlenaen, no farewell to your little God 

yill three- Suffice it without vaine Ceremonies we fhew our 
felues dutiful! * 

Con. Tis enough, fare yee well. 

Exeunt Courtier, SchoUer, Countrie. 410 

Contempt: Now fbuldier, what wilt thou doe ? 

Sould. Faith fir as I may. 

Cont- Wilt thou ferue me, and doe as I will thee, and thou 
fhalt not want. 

Sould- No : for if thy name be Contempt as the SchoUer faid, 

I abhorre and defie thee. 

Con Euen as the child doth wormefeed hid in Raifons, which 
of itfelfe he cannot brooke : fo thou canft not abide my name, 
but loueft my nature : for proofe, wanting lining raylffc on the Ci- 
ty, greeufl at the country, yea grudgefl at the King himfelfe : 430 
thou faift thou art going to thy Patron Mars with a fuplication 
for bettring thy eflate, and how, by war : wher how many rapes, 
wrongs and murders are committed, thy felfo be iudge, all which 
thou efteemefl not off, fb thy owne want be fupplied. 

Sould: Contempt herein thou reafonefl like thy felfe, 

Safe minded men I know there are in field. 

That doe delight in murder, rape and blood, 

As there are tares in come and weeds with flowers, 

And enuious fnakes among the fleeting fifh : 

But for the noble fouldier, he is iuft 44 ® 

To punnifh wrongs, protect the innocent. 

Weaken the tyrant, and confirme the right. 

Want cannot make him bafely mutinous, 

VVealth cannot make him proudly infolent. 

In honourable thoughts dwell his content. 

And he is foe to allthat loue contempt. 

C 


Cont: 



The Cohlets Prophecie. ' - . 

Contempt, Then Sateros thou art no mate for mee. Exit 

Souldter. No, Vpftart fcorners are fit flaues^for thee. Exit, , 

Clio, Melpomine, Thalia : Clio voith a. penhntje, Sh m 
Melpomine being idle^ Thalia writing. 

r 

Thalia- Clio a pen. 451 

Clio Both pen and quiU I mifle. 

Thalia One Eftiidge penne yet in my penner is, 

Quicddy take that and make a pen for me. 

Melpomine: The feathers of a gluttonous bird fliew what the 
wearers be. 

Thalia: Melpomine lend me a pen. 

Melpom Mine pierce too hard for your "writing 

Enter Raph Cohler. 

Thalia. Quickly a pen, ha, ha, fond fbolilli men. 

Raph Foole ? no foole neither though none of the wifeft Dame, 

But a Prophet one of Merlins kinde I am. 

Mil: Art thou a Prophet, whats thy name ? 

Raph: Raph Cob. 

Clio, ler, fpeake out. 

Raph. Ye ha it yfaith. 

Thai- A pen a pen in haft. 

That I may write this Pageant ere it be paft. 

Raph. Comes there a Pageant by. He ftand out of the greene 
mens way for burning my veftment. 470 

Thai- A pen good Cho, fie how ye make me ftay. 

Clio: Make ftiift a while you ftiall haue this ftraight way. 

Raph: If I had a pen as I haue none. 

For I vie no fitch toole. 

Thou Ihouldft haue none an it. 

For at my firft comming thou caldft me foole. 

Tha. A pen a pen, it will be gone incontinent. 

Clio: Hold theres thy pen. 



’ The Cohlers Frophecie > 

Raph- But are you the Gods of the Scriueners, that you 
make pens fo fafk trow we. 480 

”* , Knter Jouldter. 

Clto‘ O fifbers fhift.we are betraid. 

Another man I fee 

Souldier A filly mah at your commaund, 

Be not afraid of me 

Raph No, no, tis the fouldier, heele doo yed no hurt I war- 
rant yee 

Melpom: To fee a man come in this place, 

It is fo ftrange to vs. 

As we are to be held excufde, 49 ° 

That are amazed thus 
But art thou a fouldier 

Sould. Yea Lady. 

Mel. The better welcome vnto me 

Tha. Not fb to me. 

Raph. And what am I 

Tha: Be whift a while. He tell thee by and by 

Raph: Thats fome mends yet for calling of me foole 

Sould. Thanks Ladies for your curtefies, but the fight of three 
fuch Goddeffes on the fodaine, hath driuen mee into certaine 5°° 
mules. 

jEccho- certaine mufes. 

Soul: Efpecially being alone fb follitarie in this wood. 

Eccho: In this wmod 

Raph: Harke fbuldier fome body mocks thee. 

Eccho. Mocs thee. 

Raph Mocks me much. 

Eccho- Much. 

Soul: Hold thy peace good Raph. 

Eccho. Good Raph. 5 *° 

Raph Raph, thats my name indeede. 

But how fhall I call thee ? 

Etcho- I call thee 

Raph: Doll thou : Mas and He come to thee, and 

C a I 



' The Coblers Prophecie. 

I knew where thou art. 

Eccho: Thou art „ 

Maph: Art : faith and thou be as pretty a wench as any^of thefe 
three, my mad wife fhall neuer know that I play a mad part. 

Eccho Part 

Raph' Part; He come. ^ yao 

Eccho: Come. 

Raph: Faith and I will, haue at thee. Exit. 

Mel: Thus are we well rid of one that would haue troubled 
our islke : and this artificial! eccho, hath told thee what we are : 
certaine mufes dweUing in this wood, in number twice lb many 
more as we be here 

Sould: Your names good Ladies ? 

Melp ■ Mine Melpomine, hirs Clio, this that writes Thalia. 

Sould: Might I without offence intreate three things, 

I Ihould be greatly bound. yjo 

Melp- VVe will not denie thee three things, that can partici- 
pate to thee thoufands 

Sould: Firft would I requeft of this Ladie, whether flie write 
with this Eftridge quill of purpofe, or for want of other. 

Tha: Somewhat for want, but especially of purpofe : the men 
which now doe minifter me matter to write, are nere of the na- 
ture of the Eftridge : who hauing the bodie of a bird, hath the 
head of a beaft ; flie is greedy, deuouring and difgefting al things, 
and builds hir neaft in fand : lb are my worldlings, bodied and 
feathered as birds to flie to heauen, but headed as beafts to ima- 54o 
gine beaftly thinges on earth : downe to the which their Cam- 
mels necks doe draw their verie nofes : greedy are they deuou- 
ring the Orphanes right, and difgefting the widdowes wrongs, 
Foolilh, forgetful and ffoward, building their neft on fand, which 
the winde of heauens wrath or water of worldly affliction doth 
fcatter and walh away. Thus art thou anfwered for the firft, de- 
maund the reft. 

So- Next Ladies why doo you twaine fband idle, 
and let Thalia take the paine. 

Mel: On geeres and gefts the world is onely fet, yyo 

For 



, , * The Cohlers Prophe/ie. 

For me there is no worke no tragicke fcene, 

, Battailes are done, the people Hue in reft, 

They Ihpd no teares but are fecure paft meane 

Sould: Why lend you hot Thalia then fome pens ^ 

MeT My pens are too too fharpe to fit hir ftile. 

I lhall haue time to vfe them in a while 

Sould: But gentle Clio, me thinks your inke is dry. 

Cleo: It may be well, I haue done writing I, * 

Sould- What did you regifter when you did write ^ 

Cho: The works of famous Kings, and lacred Priefts, %6q 

The honourable Acts of leaders braue. 

The deeds of C odri, and Horatij. 

The loue Licurgus bore to Spartans ftate. 

The Hues of auncient Sages and their lawes. 

Their memorable works, their worthy lawes. 

Now there is no fiich thing for to indite 
But toyes, that fits Thalia for to write 

Sould- A heauie tale good Lady you vnfold. 

Are there no worthie things to write as were of old. 

Cleo: Yes diuers Princes make good lawes, y/o 

But moft men ouer flip them. 

And diuers dying giue good gifts. 

But their executors nip them 

Mel: Tifiphone is ftepping to the ftage, and fhe hath, fworne 
to whip them 

Sou. The third and laft thing I require is if you can : 
fhew me the mightie Mars his court. 

Mel Walke hence a flight fhoot vp the hill, 

And thou lhalt fee his caftle wall. 

Soul: Ladies the gifts that I can giue, ySo 

Is humbly thrice to thanke you all. Exit. 

Mel. Farewell pore fbuldier. 

Clto: Thalia now wee are alone, tel vs what pageant twas you 
cald for pens euen now fo haftely, to end ? 

Tha: Twas thus : You knom the Gods longjince fent donme, 

Pleafure from heauen to confort men on earthy 

C 3 


Pleafure 



r The Coblers Trophejie 
Pleafure abiizde in country Court and towne, 

By j^eeches, geftures, and diflioneft mirth, ^ 

Made humble fute that he to heauen might paffe 
Againe, from world where he fo wronged was. 

His fute obtaind, and ready he to clime, 

Sorrow comes fneaking and perfbrmes his deede. 

Snatches his Roabe, and euer fince that time, 

Tis paine that masks dil^ifde in pleafiires weede. 

The Pageant’s thus, with coft and cunning rrim, 

Th3f worldlings welcome Paine in fteede of him 
Loath was I that vnpend one iote of this ftiould goe, 

Becaufe I fmile to fee for weale, how fweetly men fwill woe. 

Melpo- Woe is the firll word I mufl write, beginning where 
you end 6qo 

I haue incke inough and pens good flore. 

Cbo- Perhaps the world will mend 
Mel: I would it would 

Cho • Why if it fhould you faile in your account 
Thalia: Then you perhaps will haue fome worke. 

Cbo: Tufh come lets mount the Mount. Exeunt. 

Enter Raph Cobler whooping. & iv 

Ra. VVaha how, wa how, holla how whoop : Did no body 
fee the mocking fprite, I am fure I haue followed her vp and 
downe all this day crying and calling while my throat is hoarfe^io 
againe. He coniure her too but tis in vaine, for knowledge hath 
knockt that in the braine, but be it diuel or be it fpright, lie call 
againe to haue a fight. Ya ha how : Nay He cml againe. 

Enter Charon. 

Charon- Againe, I and againe too, I trow, 

What night and day no reft but row ? 

Come if thou wilt goe ouer Styx, 

For if thou ftay a while I thinke, 

There will come fb many my boate will finke, 

Ra: Ouer ftix I and ouer ftones, 

Heres a queftion for the nonce. 

Why what art thou I pray thee tell ? 


Why 



-* The Cohlers Prop he fie. 

C- Why Charon Ferriman of hell ’ 

Pa. Why what a diuel doo I with thee ? 

Prhree or foure ^vtthm: A hoate, a boate, a boate 
C Harke what a coile 3 hey keepe, come if thou wilt to hell 
with mee. 

A ftnall voice- A boaje, a boate, a boate. 

Pa- This ftiould bee the voice of a woman, comes women 
thither too » <530 

C why men & women euery houre, I know not what to do.^- 
A gi eat voice. A Boate, a Boate, a Boate. -i!— ' 

Pa: This Ihould be the voice of fome great man. 

C. Why Popes and Prelates, Princes and Judges more than 
I number can. 

But the couetous milers they fret me to the gall, 

I thinke they bring their money to hell. 

For they way the diuel and all 

Pa Mas and may well be, for theres little money IHrring on 
the earth 640 

A voice hajiilie: Charon a boate, a boate. He pay thee well for 
thy hire. 

C. Why what art thou that makft fuch haft ? 
voice: The Ghoft of a gray Frier. 

So troubled with Nunnes as neuer Frier was. 

Therefore good Charon let me be firft. 

That oner the Foord fhall pas. 

C. Come firra, thou hearft what a calling they keep wilt thou 
goe? 

Pa. Why Charon this calling makes thee mad I gefte, 

Why I am no fpirite but liuing Raph, 

And God Markedie fends me or bufines. 

Ch; Tufh, if thou be fent of God, we cannot hold thee farewel. 

Enter Codrus. 

Codr Yet gentle Charon carrie mee ? 

Ch: Thee ? Why what art thou, that liuing fueft to go to hell ? 
Codtus- The wretchedft man of wretches moft that in this 
wretched world doth dwell : 


DifpifHe, 



The Coblers Prophejie. • ^ 

Difpifde, difdainde, ftarude, whipt andfcornd, 

Preft through difpaire my felfe to q^uell, 660 

I therefore couet to behold if greater torment be in hell 
y^ll the voices^ A bote, a bote, a bole. 

Cha- I come, I come 

Rap: Nay I prethee let them tarrie and harken to the pore. 

Cha Codrus I cannot helpe thee now, and yet I wifli thee wel, 
Theres fcarcely roome enough for rich. 

So that no pore can come to hell. 

Butasu'hen the ditch is digged downe as cleane as is the wall 
That parted hel and purgatorie,then if thou chaunce to cal: 

Becaufe I fee as thou art pore thou art impatient, ^70 

To carry thee quickly vnto hell Codrus ile be content. 

And now the time will not bee long, for thers commiffion gone 
For workemg, that haue power to make Elyfium & Limbo one. 
And there are fhipwrights fent for too, to build me vp a bigger 
A bote laid I ? nay awhole hulke : (bote. 

And that the fame may fafely flote, 

Cocytus, Lethe, Phlegeton 
Shal al be digged into Styx : 

For where one wont to come to hell, 

I tel thee now comes fiue or fixe. S8o 

For ignorance that wont to be, 

Is wilful blindnes now become. 

So thou mull come when roome is made, 

I tel thee yet there is no roome 
Raph: I pre thee tel me one thing 
Ch. That I wil Raph whats the matter ? 

Rap: Charon why doth thy face looke lb black, and thou vie 
fomuch the water ? 

Cha: O, night was my mother, this is hir raarke, 

I cannot walh it off. Codrus farewell (jpo 

Co: Charon Adieu. Exit. 

Ra: Botefman^ 

Ch: Hagh 

Ra: Theres a fcoffe, thats a waterman indeed. 


Exit. 

Well 



,, , ’ The Cohlers Ptopheczi. , 

Well I jtnuft to God Mars for all this, 

, I would I could ^eete my fouldier agen. 

Enter Elunius Com tier Jolus 

Emn: Euen as the Bagle foares againft the fonne, 

And Ipite of Phoebus Ihine, pries in liis face : 

Euen as the fwordfifti meetes the mighty VVh^e, 7 °° 

And puts the hugie monfber to difgrace, 

So Emnius thoughts intending to afpire 

Sore gainft the fonne, and fleete in wrathfoll yre : 

The Duke the fonne that dazles Emnius eyes. 

The Duke the hugie Whale that ouer-beares mee. 

But I will gaze and blinde him too ere long. 

And play the fwordfifh though he little feares mee. 

The leffe fulpected fooner fhall I ftrike him. 

And this my reafon is for I miflike him. 

His Daughter with inticing words is woone mine owne, 7 ro 

But I difdaine her were Ihee fairer ferre : 

Tufh tis for rule I call and Princely throne. 

The Hate of Prince, brighter than brightefl: llarre. 

And who doth hinder Emnius but the Duke? 

And therefore who fhould perifli but the Duke ? 

Shortly a folemne hunting he entends. 

And who but I is put in chiefoft truft ? 

Well He be tmftie if my Pillol hold. 

In loue and kingdomes Tone will prooue vniuft. 

He dead, I wed his Heire and onely Daughter, 720 

And fo fliaU winne a Crowne by one mans flaughter. 

Suppofe he haue beene kinde, liberall and free, 

VVhy I confefle it, but its my delire. 

To be as able to beffcow as hee. 

And till I can my hart conlumes in lire. 

O foueraigne glory, chiefefl: earthly good, 

A Crowne ' to which who would not wade through blood. 
Then ruthles of his life doo I relblue, 

D 


Exit. 

Sc, V 


To 



r The Cohlers Prophecie. 

To wait my time till I haue wrought his end, 

He dies, the Duke fliall die, and Emnius raigne, 7-30 

"Were he my father or a dearer friend. 

Teares fliall not hinder, praiers fnall not intreate mee. 

But in his throne by blood I fbone will feate mee 

Enter Souldier, Raph, Mars hts lame Porter m rustie & w 
armour, and a broken htll, the Herrald with 
a penftll and colours. 

Raph. Art thou one of God Mars his traine ? 

Alas good father thou art lame. 

To be a fouldier farre vnluftie. 

Thy beard is gray thy armour ruftie, 740 

Thy bill I thinke be broken too 

Porter- Friend make not thou fo much adoo. 

My lamenes comes by warre. 

My armours ruftines comes by peace, 

A maimed fouldier made Mars his Porter, 

Lo this am I : now queftioning ceafe. 

Raph: And what are you ? A Painter with your penfill and 
your colours braue 

Her: No Painter but a Herrald firrha to decipher a Gentle- 
man from a knaue. 750 

Raph. Pray fir, can yee Gentleman and knaue it both in one 
man, and yee can fir, I pray you doo it in me 
Her: Indeed I cannot in thy felfe. 

For all is knaue that is in thee. 

Raph Sing one two and three, fing after mee, 

And fo fhall we right well agree 

Soul: Sir take no heed what he doth fay. 

His foolifh humor you doo fee, 

But tell me pray are you a Herrald. 

Her: I am. 760 

Soul- I fhould haue rather tooke you to haue beene, 

Appelles prenrife, you were with colours fo prouided. 


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^ , ''The Coblers Prophecie. , 

in auntient times haue Heralds beene efteemd, 

, And held Compaq ions for the greateft Kings 
Angnftus Caelar made a law, fo did Antonins too, 

That without Herralds giVie aduice Princes fhoulde noth ing 
doo. 

Her: Well then was? then, thefo times are as they be. 

We now are faine to wait who growes to wealth. 

And come to beare fome office in a towne ’ 770 

And we for money help them vnto Armes, 

For what cannot the golden tempter doe ? 

Sould A lamentable thing it is, but teU vs I intreate. 

Where might we finde adored Mars 

Her- From hence fir you to Venus Court muft pafle, 

Adowne the hill, the way is fteepe, fmooth, fleeke as any glafle 
Goe by the dore of Dalliance, and if you there him mis 
Alke Nicenes for (he bell can tell where hir faire Lady is ? 

Both day and night the dores are ope. 

The ilrongefl; clofet dore is but of fethers made, 780 

Ruffi boldly in, ftand not to afke and neuer be afraide. 

Soul. At Venus Comrt fir doe you fay that Mars is to be found ? 
Por: Gentleman we haue told yee truth although vnto our 
harts it be a wound. 

For fearching as wee bid you fir. 

No doubt a wondrous hap. 

But you ffiall finde God Mars a lleepe. 

On Lady Venus lap 

This one thing more, you cannot come 

The way you thither pafle : 79° 

Tis dangerous, the hills too fteepe and flipperie all as glafle. 

Take this of me, the faireft way from Venus Court is beggerie. 
There are more waies, but they are worfe and threaten more ex- 
treamitie. 

Her I thats for fuch as thither pafle, 

Of pleafure and of will : 

But thefe for other purpofe goe, 

Doubt therefore fir no ill. 

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Soul: I thanke you both that haue vs warned by your skill. 

Sa: I and He end with a Prophecie for yotyr good will : 8.00 

You thinke it is a plealant^ieft, 

To tell the times of peace and reft. 

But hee that hues to ninetie aine. 

Into the hundreds fhall decline, 

Then'’fliall they fpeake of a ftrange time : 

For it will be a woondrous thing. 

To fee a Carter lodge with a King 
Townes (hall be vnpeopled feene. 

And markets made vpon the greene : 

This will be as true I tell yee all, 810 

As Coblers vfe the thred and nail 

And fo becaufe that all men are but morter, 

I leaue the paltrie Herrald and the Porter. 

Soul. I pre thee come away. Gentlemen with thankes I take 
my leaue. 

Her: Adiew good fit. 

Por: Farewell vnto you both. Exeunt omnes. 

Enter Contempt and Venus. &. w 

Con • Come Lady Loue, now bore we Mars, thou mine I thine 
beloude 8zo 

E mus: Ah my Contempt it will be fpide too foone. 

So fhall our pleafures haue a bitter end. 

Prouide fome place for I am big with childe. 

And cleane vndone if Mars my guilt efpie. 

Cont: Sweet Venus be allurde, I haue that caie 
But you perchaunce will coylie fcorne the place. 

Venus- What ift fome Abbie or a Munnerie ? 

Cm: No they abound with much hypocrifie. 

E in: Is it a Gentlemans or a Farmers houfe ? 

Cm: Too much refort would there bewray your being. 830 

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Ve. Some Hufbandmands, fbme Inne, fome’ cleanly ale-houfe. 

Con- Neither of thefe, a Spittle lonely Lone. 

?«. ,What -wliere fcule Lazers and loathed Lepors lie, 

Their llinke will chooke t 3 iy Venus and hir bahe. 

Cont. Why gentle Venus I intreat yee be not ouer nice. 

What thinke ye as the ?rouerb goes that beggers haue no lice ? 
Procters them felues in euerie Spittle houfe, 

Haue things as neate, as men of more account. ’ 

F'en- But I haue feene euen verie meane mens wiues, 

Againft their child-birth fo prouide for, . ■''^840 

As all their hufbands wealth was fcarce the worth 
Of the fine linnin vfed in that month 
And fliall not Venus be as kindelie vide 

Con • It muft be as we may. He goe prouided. 

And fpie my time flylie to fteale thee hence. Exit. 

Venus- Awaie for Mars is come. 

Enter Mars. 

Welcome God Mars, where hath my loue bin all this while ? 

Mars: Walking about th garden time for to beguile 
VVheras between mfenes your maide & newfangle your man, 8jo 
I heard foch fport as for your part, would you had bin there than. 
Quoth nicenes to new fangle thou art foch a lacke. 

That thou deuifefl: fortie fofliions for my Ladies backe 
And thou quoth he art fo pofleffc with euerie fantike toy. 

That following of my Ladies humor thou doft make hir coy. 

For once a day for fofhion fake my Lady mull be ficke. 

No meat but mutton or at moll the pinion of a chicke. 

To day hir owne haire bell becomes which yellow is as gold, 

A perriwigs better for to morrow, blacker to behod. 

To day in pumps and cheuerill gloues, to walke fhe wilbe bold. % 6 o 
To morrow cuffos and countenance for feare of catching cold. 
Now is Ihee barefafl to be feene, ftraight on hir muffler goes, 

Now is Ihee hufft vp to the crowne, llraight nulled to the nofe. 
Thefo feuen yeares trull me better fport I heard not to my mind. 
The Dialogue done, then downe came I my Lady Loue to finde. 
Venus: And thou hall found hir all alone, half fickly by iU hap 

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The Cohlers Prophe/ie. 

Sit for a while Mars and lay thy head vpon my lap, 

I fee my folks behinde my backe haue much gpod talke of mee. ^ 
Mars: And lb they haue. ^ •' 

Venus They are too Idle : Ibft Mhrs doe you lee, 870 

Mars: I fee Ibme fawcie mates prefle in; Nowe hrs what 
would you haue ^ r, 

Sat Be not oiFended fir, we feeke God Mars. 

Mars. VVh5r and Mars haue you found fir, whats your will 
.OTth him ^ 

Are you he I cry you mercie, I promife you I tooke you 
for a morris dauncer you are fo trim. 

Mars: What fayes the villaine ? 

Sa If thou be Mars, the caufe which makes me doubt, is that I fee 
thy bodie lapt in loft filke which was wont to bee clad in hard 880 
Jleele, and thy head fo childiftilie laid on a womans lap Pardon 
I humbly befeech thee, the plainnes of thy poore feruant, and 
vouchfafe to read my poore petition. 

He deliueys the petittwi^ Mars takes and reads z/, meane 
while Venus fpeakes 

Venus. Rough fhaped fbuldier enemie to loue, 

VVhy doft thou thirlt fo much for bloody warre, 
wherein the Ilrong man by a flronger queld. 

Or reacht far off by daftard darters arme, 

Bieathes forth his fpirite with a booteles cry, 890 

Leaning behinde his earths anatomie : 

By warre the Infant trampled vnder Heeds, 

Holds to his mother out his feeble hand. 

And file is rauifht while hir yongling bleeds 
Yet to abide deaths ftroake doth quaking ftand. 

The twice forft virgin like the wounded lambe, 

Deiected at the mercie of the woolfe. 

Holds vp hir throat in vaine to bloody men, 

That will not hill hir while hir beautie ftayeth. 

But Itab her when her teares her faire decayeth : 900 

Away thou bloody man, vex not my Lord, 

By warre true loue is hindred and vndone. 


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\nd Ladies laps left emptie of their loues, 

, whofe heads did ^beautifie their tender knees. 

''Jlaphi Yoti need not plaine your laps full inough : 

Sould' Faire Venus be j^ropitious I will fight 
To maintaine true loue and defend the right, 

Venus On that condition fouldier I am won, 

Receaue this fauour, Mars let it be done 

Mars: Sateros, I haue receiued thy fuppli cation, and fbrrow 910 
I cannot as I would giue thee immediat comfort. If I fhould- 
oppofe my felfe againft the Gods, they would foone fet fircon 
my feat, Sixe double vs there are, three at libertie, three imprifo- 
ned, and one their keeper : at libertie, wilines, wrong and wan- 
tonnes, in prifon, are warre wreake and woe, their keeper is won- 
der ; who once giuing way to libertie for thofe he holds , fhall fet 
thee and thy fellowes on worke : in meane time goe thou to the 
Duke of Booetia, commend vs to him, when he can he will im- 
ploy thee I am lure, let that be thy anfwere for this time, and fo 
good Sateros be contented 910 

Sat- I humbly take my leaue adored Mars, 

Proue a good night Rauen Venus I intreat 

Venus- Farewell pore fouldier weare that for my fake. 

Sa: Of both your Godheads dutious leaue I take 
Venus- And when goe you fir’’ 

Rahh: Who I Good Lord there hangs a matter by. 

Mars: why what are you ? get gone or I will fend thee gone. 
Raph: I pray you beare a while, gentle mafter mine. 

And you fhall heare ray in fpeech I warrant ? 

Venus: Goe too fir foole, lets heare what you can fay. 93© 

Raph. And fhall I warrant yee to your coll my Lady do-little. 

Mars though thou he a Code of the game., 
that ojaontji to croe hy day., 

And With thy jharpned fpurres 

the crauen Cockes didst kill and Jlay : 

Sith now thou dost but prune thy wings, 
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A dunghill Cocke that croes hj night, 

Jhall Jlilie thee hetray. 

And tread thy Hen, and for a time 
Jhall Carrie her away 
And Jhe hy him Jhall hatch a Chicke, 
this Countrey to decay. *' 

And for this pretie Fullets name 
thou fait the letter learne . 

When thou Jhalt onelie letters fiue 
within one name dtfceme. 

Three vowels and two confonants, 
which vowels if than Jean, 

Doth found that which to euerte place 
conducteih euene man. 

Then call to mtnde this Prophecie, 
for thats the haflatds name 
Then rouje thy felfe, then reach thy Jword, 
and win thy wonted fame. 

Now haue I done the taske for which I came, 

And fb farewell fine Mailer and nice Dame Exit. 

Mars rifes in a rage, Venus offers to faie him. 

Mars. A dunghill cocke to tread my hen ? 

Breake forth yee hangrie powers, 960 

And fill the world with bloodfhed and with rage. 

Venus- My Lord, my Loue. 

Mars- Venus I am abufde 

Venus: Why will yee trufl a feole when he lhall fpeake. 

And take his words to be as Oracles i' 

Mars: But hee hath tucht me neere, and He reuenge. 

Venus. Aye mee ! 

Reuenge true Loners wrongs immortall powers. 

And nere let Lady trufl a fbuldiet. 

Make as fjhee fwounds. 97^ 

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The Cohlers Propkecie. 

Mars. Why thou Venus? why art’ thou diftreft? 

Looke vp my loue, Ipeake Venus, Ipeake to me. 

J^enu^- Nay lit me die, fith Mars hath wronged me. 

Mars: Thou haft not wjrongd me. Mars beleeues it not. 

Venus: Yes, yes, baft Cohlers vtter Oracles, 

And al are ftoth faft wqfds againft pore Loue, 

Mars: I will beleeue no words, they are all ftlft : 

Onely my Venus is as bright as heauen, » 

And firmer than the poles that hold vp heauen. 

'Menus: Now comes your loue too late, firft haue you flainc'" 980 
Her whome your honny words cannot recure againe. 

Mars: I will doe pennance on my knees to thee, 

And beg a kifle, that haue bin fo vnkinde, 

Venus: And know you not, vnkindnes kills a woman ? 

Mars: I know it doth ? Iweet forgiue my fault : 

Venus: I wiU forgiue ye now ye beg ft hard. 

But truft me next time He not be intreated. 

Ma, Now haft thou cheard my drooping thoughts fweet loue. 

Let me lay downe my head vpon thy knee, 

Sing one Iweet fong, thy voice will rauifti me. 990 

Venus: Follie come ftrth. 

Enter Follie. 

Follte: Anone fbrftoth 

Venus- Bid Nicenes, Newfangle, Dalliance and the reft bring 
forth their Muficke Mars intends to fleepe. 

Folhe: I will forftoth Exit Follie. 

Mars: I thinke in deede that I fhall quickly fleepe, 

Efpecially with Muficke and with ftng 

Enter FoUie mith a Fife, Nicenes, Newfangle, Dalliance, and 
lealozie vvtth JnJiruments, they play while Venus fngs. 1000 

Sweet are the thoughts that harhor full content, 

Velightfull be the toyes that know no care : 

The feeps are found that are from dreames exempt. 

Yet in chefe fweetes lies hid a fecret fnare, 

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Where hue ts macht h_y prjzng tealous ej/es. 

It fits the loued to he njoane wife ^ 

Follie Peepe, peepe, Maddam he is a fleepc- 
Enter Contempl, and hijfe Venus 
Sing: S^eepe on Jecure, let care not tuch thy harty 
Leaue to hue hir, that longs todtue in change y 
So wantons deale, when they their faires impart 
Rome ihou abroad for I intend to range : 

Yet wantons learne to guide your loulzng eies, 
jis no fufpect by gazing may arife. 

'Venus: Hold on your Muficke, Follie leaue thy play. 

Come hither lay his head vpon thy knee 
Fie what a loathed load was he to me. 

Come my Content, lets daunce about the place. 

And mocke God Mars vnto his lleepie face 
Con- Venus agreed, play vs a Galliard. 

Muficke plaieSy they dauncey and leap ouer Mars, and making 
homes at euene tumOy at length leaue him. 

Mars: Why fings not Venus ^ hir loue I to heare. 

Sweet let the Fife be further from mine eare, 

Follie holds fiill the Fifie. 

Nay let the Fife play, els the MitQcke failes. 

Follie plaies againe 

What flill fb nere my eare, fweet Venus fing. 

Sing : where is (he ^ 

Out fbole, what doos my head vpon ihy knee ? 

Follie- Forfboth my Mtftris bid me. 

Mars. Wheres Venus, fpeake ye ribalds, harlots, fcoles. 
And neuer fpeake againe except I fee hir : 

Mars is impatient, finde out Venus fbone. Exeunt dm. 

Or perrifh flaues, before my angrie wrath. 

Follie: Nay a ladie, Follie will liue for aU you. 

Mars- Away yee foole, teU Venus of my rage. 


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End bid Mr come to Mars that now begins, 

^To doubt the Coblers Prophecie 

Enter New^gle, and Dalliance. 

New: My Lord we cannot finde Mr any where 
Mars. Hence villaines, feeke the garden, fearch each place, 

Mars will not MlFer fuch abhord di^race, ’ 

Enter Follie. 

Wheres Venus Follie, prethee tell me foole^ 

Follie: Forlboth Ihees lun away wid a man called Contempt. 
Mars- What hath Contempt robd mightie Mars of loue ? 

Hence fooles and flatterers, flie you from my fight. 

Mars with a kindled fire begins to burne. 

Away yee hel hounds, Minillers of fliame, 1050 

Vanifh like fmoke, fcr you are lighter farre. 

All rmne away. 

Gainfl: wantonnes proclaime I open warre 
Vnconftant women I accule your fexe, 

Of Follie, lightnes, trecherie and fraud. 

You are the fcum of ill, the fcorne of good. 

The plague of mankinde, and the wrath of heauen. 

The caufe of enuie, anger, murder, warre. 

By you the peopled townes are deferts made ; 

The delerts fild with horror and diftres. io<Jo 

You laugh Hiena like, weepe as the Crocodile, 

One ruine brings your Ibrrow and your fmile. 

Hold on in Hghnes, lull hath kindled fire. 

The trumpets clang and roaring nolle of Drums, 

Shall drowne the ecchoes of your weeping cries. 

And powders fmoke dim your enticing eyes. 

Thefe wanton ornaments for malkers fit, 

WiU Mars leaue ofl^ and lute him felfe in lleele. 

And llrumpet Venus with that vile Contempt. 

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The Cohlers Prophecie. ' 

I will purllie vnto the depth of hell. 

Away with pittie, welcome Ire and Rage_, , 

Which nought but Venus mine fhall dlwage. / Exit. 

t 

Enter the Duke, Sateros, the Scholler, and Raph Cobler, 

Duke Well doe I like your reafoning Gentlemen, 

You for your learning, Sateros for Act, 

The learned is preferrde, the fbuldier fliall not want. 

But Sateros, yee mull forbeare a while, 

I cannot yet imploy ye as I would ; 

Meane time attend the Court you lhall haue pay 
To my abillitie and your content. 

Sat. Thankes to your highnes 
Duke- Scholler lead him in 
Be kinde to him he is a fbuldier. 

Attend vpon vs to our hunting Sateros, 

VVe mufl; haue pleafant warre anon with beafts 

Withdraw Sateros and Scholler. 

Raph: When will thefe fellowes make an end. 

Duk. Depart my frends, I haue a little bulines 
With this pore man thatdoth attend tofpeakewith me 

Exeunt Scholler and Sateros. 
Fellow what is it thou wilt now reueale I 

Raph: You are the Duke of all this land. 

And this I wifh yee vnderfland ; 

That Princes giue to many bred 
Which wifh them fhorter by the head. 

You haue a Courtier Emnius namde, 
whofe flattering tongue hath many blarade. 

/ He lowteth low doth fawne and kneele. 

Your worthy meaning for to feele. 


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The Cohlers Prophejie. ^ 

And quaintly romes your perfon nie, iioo 

willing fee it fall and die 
>4 You haue a Daughter feire and trim. 

He loueth her and Ihe loues him 
Yet as the Fox doth win the Kid, 

So are his fecrfW; treafons hid : 

He dares not once his paffions moue. 

For feare your highnes fhould reproue.' 

Yet is it not your Daughter deare. 

That he defires fb faire and cleare : 

He coueteth your dignitie, mo 

And therefore this intendeth hee. 

To day you meane to hunt in wood. 

And for he doth pretend no good : 

He hath with fhot intended ill. 

And meanes your noble Grace to kill : 

I that delire for to explaine. 

The manner of your Graces paine 
Giue counfell ere the deed be done, 

That you may al deceiuing Ihun : 

I lee that Emnius commeth nie, luo 

My protefiation quickly trie 
And if you finde as I haue laide, 

That you Ihould be by him betraide : 

Remember Raph the Cobling knaue. 

You warning of this mifchiefe gaue. 

So leaue I you to learch the Haue. Exit 

Enter Emnius the Courtier. 

Emmus: My honorable Lord, the traine attends. 

All things are readie for your highnes Iport : 

And I am lent from other of eftate. njc 

To pray your Grace to hall your wonted prefence. 

Duke: Emnius they mull attend a wliile. 

For I haue fecrets to impart with thee : 

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JEmmm- Say on my Honorable Lord to me 
Duke. Thou knowft we muft vnto the wood. 

Emnius True my moft Gratious Lord. r 

Duke. Suppofe there were a traitrous foe of mine, 

What wouldll thou doe to rid me from my feare ? 

Emnius- Dy on the traitor, and prepare his graue. 

Before he fliould one thought of comfort haue. 1140 

Duk: But "tell me Emnius, didft thou fee a tree, 

That bore feire fruite delighting to the eye, 

And by the ftraightnes of the trunke they grow too hie. 
wouldft thou oppofe thy felfe againft the tree. 

And worke the downefall ere the fall fhould be. 

Emmus. I would regard no hight to claime the fruite 
That fhould content me, but attempt to clime 
The highefl top of hight, or faE to death. 

Alone and naked to obtaine my will 

Duke. I am right ioyous you are fb refblude, iiyo 

Such Courtiers fhould become a noble Prince. 

But tell me Emnius had I any foe. 

That fecretly attempted my diflrefle, 
what fecret weapon haue yee to preuent ? 

Emmus. Onely my fword my Lord, that is my reft. 

My refblution to defend your Grace. 

Duke- And haue you not a Dag to help me too. 

Emmus: A Dag my Lord ? 

Duk: I man denie it not, 

I know ye haue a Dag preparde for mee. 1 160 

Emn- I haue a Dag not for your Maieftie. 

The Duke takes it from him. 

Du: Yes Emnius poitre thy felfe into thy felfe. 

And let thy owne eies be thy harts true witnes. 
wearfl thou this Dag to iniure any beafl ? 

Bearft thou thefe bullets for a foemans life 'i 
Or art thou bent againft thy loyall Lord, 

To reaue his life that giues thee life and breath ? 

Em: Gainfl beafts my Lord doth Emnius like to deale, 

He is not fb beafllie and abhominate, 1 170 

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The Cohlers Prophejie. 

he delights to ioy in trecherie, ’ 

Dii. So fmiles^Hiena, when flie will beguile, 

And f^with teares deceiues the Crocodile 
^Are not thefe tooles prepc^red for my end ? 

Speake ill intending man, Ah Emnius ? 

Haue I for this maintained thy eftate, 

AfFoorded all the fauours I could yeeld, 

To be rewarded with ingratitude, ' 

with murder, trecherie, and thefe attempts ? 

And all in hope to win my realme and childe. uSo 

I will not {hew thy finne vnto the world, 

But as thou didft intend, fo (halt thou fall 
Emmus kneeles dovone. 

Receiue thy death, defertfuH man of death. 

And perrifti all thy trecherous thoughts with thee. 

Em- welcome my death, defertfuU I confeffe, 

Heauens Pardon my intent, your highnes hlefle. 

The Duke ratjes him vp. 

Du • Heauens pardon thy intent, and fo doe I, 

Be true hereafter, now thou fhalt not die 1190 

Come follow vs Emnius, learne to know this lore, 

Murder of meaneft men brings fliame, of Princes more. 

Exit. 

Em- O that fame Cobling Rogue that rauing runs. 

And madding aimes at euerie hid intent, 

Reueald this practife, but He flab the flaue. 

And he once dead the Dukes death will I haue. Exit, 

Mercurie with a Trumpet founding,, and two gA Venus & tx 
waiting maids, the one named Ru, the other Ina, Ina hearing a 
Child, lioo 

Mer: Be it knowne vnto all people, that whereas Venus alias 
lull, hath long challenged a preheminence in heauen, and been 
adored with the name of a Goddeffe, the Sinode of the Gods 
being affembled, in regard of hir adulteries with Mars, difeoue- 

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red by Phoebus, when in the face of heauen, they hoth were 6'"- 
ken in an yron net : wherein hir wrong to Vulcan was apgarant; 
and fince that, many other efcapes confiderecT But laflly and 
moft efpecially, her publike adulterie fhe hath committed with'^ 
that bate monfler Contempt they haue all confented, and to this ' 
decree firmed; that no more fhall V^us poflefle the title of a mo 
Goddefle, but be vtterly excluded the compafle of heauen ; and 
it fhalbe takei? as great indignitie to the Gods to giue Venus a- 
ny other title than the detefted name ofluffc, or ftrumpet Venus : 

And whofbeuer fhall adore Contempt or intertaine him, flialbe 
reputed an enemie to the Gods More, it is decreed that warre 
fhalbe rayfed againfl Booetia, and victorie fhall not fall on their 
fide, till the Cabbin of Contempt be confiimde with fire. Giuen 
at Olimpus by lupiter and the celefliall Synode, 

Jiu. Ill tidings for my Lady theft 

Ina: 111 newes pore babe for thee. iizo 

Mer. What who are theft ^ 

I take yee to bee two of Venus virgins, are yee not ? 

Jiu: Faith fhe is a pure virgin indeed. 

For the childe fhe had by Venus chap'in, 

Is a big boy and folio wes the Father. 

Ina- And ft are you a maide too, are ye not 
For the girle you had by Mars his Captaine, 

Shees dead, and troubles not the Mother. 

lUer. Then I perceiue ye be both maids for the moft part. 

Ru. well for our maidenheads it fkill not much. 1230 

For in the world I know are many fuch. 

Ina: I Mercurie I pray let that goe, 
wee are faire Venus maides, no more but ft. 

And in our Ladies cauft we doe intreate 
To know, if that be true thou didfl proclaime ^ 

Or was it fpaken but of poUicie, 

To fright vs whome thou knewfl to be her maides. 

Mer- As true as neither of you both are maides 
So true it is, that I haue vttered. 

The fentence is ftt downe, Venus exilde, 1240 


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Ina: Ay me poore babe for tbee 
' Men • Who:^ child is that you beare lb tenderly ? 

• My Ladies child, begotten by contempt 
Mer' O is it lb, and whether beare you it 
Ina- To nnrfe 
Mer- To whom ? -* 

Pu V nto fecuritie 

Mer. Is it a boy or girle, I praie ye tell ? ' 

Ina- A girle it is 

Men Who were the godmothers ? 

Ru- We two are they. 

Mer. Your names I craue 
Ru- Mine Ru and hers is Ina 

Mer- And whether name I praie yee beares the girle ? 
Ina Both hers and mine 
Mer. And who is godfather ? 

Ru Ingratitude that is likewile the grandfather. 

Mer: Ruina otherwife called Ruine the child, 

Contempt the father, Venus alias lull the mother, 

Ru and Ina the godmothers, 

Ingratitude the Godfather and grandfather, 

And Securitie the nurfe, 

Heeres a brood that aU Booetia fhall curie. 

WeU damlels hie you hence, for one is comming nigh 
Will treade your yong one vnder foot 
Jna: Tis Mars, O let vs flie. Exeunt. 

Enten Mans in Anmor. 

Mar: Now Mars thou leemeft lyke thy feife, 

Thy womens weeds caft off. 

Which made thee be in heauen a fcorne. 

On earth a common fcoffe. 

Mars. O Mercuric bow am I bound to thee. 

That blazeft forth this ftrumpets iuft reproofe ? 

0 could I finde the harlot or her broode, 

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I would 



^ The Cohkrs Ptophejie. 

I would reuenge me of indignities : 

Now Mer curie, I minde a prophefie 
A limple fellow brouglit me on a day, 

'When wantonning vpon her Icne©' I lay. 

How that a crauen cocke ftiould tread my hen. 

And file fhould hatch a chicke this ^ountrie to decay, izSo 
The baftards name he tolde me too. 

But it was riddle-wife, 

Helpe me to fearch it Mercurie, 

I know thee quicke and wife. 

When I fhould onely in a word 
Fine letters iuft difcerne 
Three vowels and two confonants. 

The name I fbone fliould learne : 

But thofe fame vowels hee dyd bid. 

That I Ihould duly fean. 

And they would fignifie the way 
That guideth euery man. 

Haft thou not heard of fiich a thing 
Mer: Yes, and dyd fend that prophefie. 

And euen as thou cameft hether 
The baftard and the godmothers 
Were in this place together. 

Mar: Were they in deed, where are they now ? 

He fearch. He fellow them. 

Mer: Be patient Mars, they will be quickly found, 13°° 
Rmna is the baftards name R.N. the confonants, 

V,I and A the vowels be, and Vta is the waye. 

Mars: Now haue I found it Mercury, thou haft refblud me 
I wyll raife warre, I will aduenged bee. 

Go with me Mercurie, thou my reuenge foalt fee. 

Mer: I will go and do my heft for thee. Eueunt. 

Enter the Duke, Schollcr^ Cobler. Sc. x 

Raph: Tis true o Duke, that I do fey. 


He 



^ The Cohlcrs Trophejie. 
ftill would make thy lyfe away, 
ife is too frolike and too luftie, j^jo 

Xhoh too fimple and too truflie, 

\ Wanes fhall in thy lande begin, 

For pride, contempt, anS. other fin. 

Nothing fhall appeafe^heauens ire. 

Til the cabin of ContSpt be fet on fire 
And wantonnes with lewd defire. 

Be trampled vnder foot as mire. 

The Cobler has no more to fay. 

But for the peoples finnes, good princes oft are tane away 
Du- Well, Godamercie fellow, go thou in Ex. Rapb rjio 
Sch: He raues my Lord, its ill aduifd of you 
To fuffer him fo neere your princely excellence. 

Du: His prefence breeds me no offence. 

A cry within help^ murther, mur- 
ther, Raph comes running out, 
Ennius after him with his dagger 
drawen, after Ennius Zelota the 
Coblers wife, who fnatches the 
dagger from Ennius, and runs ra- 
uing. 1330 

Zf What Raph, Raph, lb fine you wil not know your wife 
What a gilden fword and a filuer knife ^ 

There, there Raph, put it vp. 

She fbahs Ennius, and he fals dead. 
Why lb ? She Hands againe fodainly amazde. 

What fo Why where am I ? 

Raph: Faith where ye ha made a ffyre peece of worke. 

Du; Lay holde on them, what violence is this. 

To haue one murdred euen before our prefence ? 

la Sch- What 



The CoWeis Prophejie. <• 

Sch- What caufe hadfl; thou to kill this Gentleman? ‘^<340 
Zel None in the world, I neuer knew him I . a 
Raph: No faith fliees mad,& has beene euer fince /was^ 
a prophet, and caufe ihe fawe a dagger without a fheath, 
ihe euen put it- vp in his belly. 

Du- Why what acquaintance haft;;hou with this woma ? 
Raph O Lord fir, me has bin acquainted with me a great 
while, with mine eares, with euery part of me, why tis my 
wife. 

Sch The lykelyer may it like your grace of his confent, 
Twere good they both did fiiffer puniftiment. 1350 

Du- Commit them both, but ihe has long bin mad. 

It may be heauen referud her to this end 

Sch Come firra you and your wife mull goe to ward. 

Till you be tride for cleerenes or confent 
Raph- 0 fir, whether you will I am content, 

God Merkedy has ferud me pretily. 

Has made my wife mad, and fayd Ihee fliould not be well. 

Till by her hand a traitor fell, 

And I mufl; euen be hangd for companie 

Exeunt with the Cohler and hts wife i i 6 q 
fame heare out Enmus hodte. 

Du- I doe not gefle the woman gtilltie of this crime, 

But the iuffc heauens in theyr feueritie, 

Haue wrought this wreake for Ennius trecherie 
Enter Scholler and Mejfenger. 

Sch - Here is a melfenger my gracious Lord, 

That brings ill tidings to your quiet Hate. 

Du- What are theyfelow,letvshearethgfpeak. Sparenot 
Mejf. The Argiues and the men of Theualy, 

With mightie powers are come vpon your coafl. 

They burne, waft, fpoyle, kill, murther, make no Ipare, 

Of feeble age, or harmlefle infant youth. 

They vow to triumph in Bocetia, 

And make your Highnes vaflall to their will. 

They threaten mightily, their power is mightie. 


The 



The Coblcrs Vrophefie. 

iThe people fall before them as the flowring grafle 
The mower with his fyth cuts in the meade, 

Helpo your poore people, and defend your ftate, 

Elfe you, they, it, will foone be ruinate 

Du- I will prouide as tarre as heauenly powers, 1380 

And our abilities flrall^iue confents; 

He to the temple and powre forth my prayers, 

Meane while let Sateros be called for, » 

To mufter vp the people with all fpeed. Exit Duke. 

Sch Now fee I that this Ample witted man. 

This poore plaine Cobler truly aid diuine. 

The Gods when we refofe the common meanes 
Sent by their oracles and learned priefts, 

Raife vp fome man contemptible and vile, 

In whom they breath the purenes of tlieyr fpirits, 1 3 90 

And make him bolde to fpeake and prophefle. 

Enter Suteros the fouldier. 

Welcome friend Sateros, you are fitly come, 

The Duke intends that you fhall leade to field 
The powers of Bosetia gainft his foes. 

Are you prepard, and willingly refolud ? 

Sat: Why you fir by your pen can do as well 
I know tis nothing but Fac jimtle. 

Sch: Souldier, ftand not on that, difcharge your duetie. 

The countrie needs our feruice and our counfell, 1400 

He doo my beft, and do you your indeuor. 

For publike quiet and Bocetias honor. 

Sat, Well I forget your fcornes giuen me in peace. 

And rate all enuie at an humble price. 

He doe my dutie, doe not you neglect, 

Armes will not Art, Art Ihould not armes reiect. 

Sch: A blefled concord, I will to the Duke, 

And leaue thee Sateros to thy glorious warre. 

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Enter 



The'Cohlers Trophejie. ^ 


Enter hafiily the Countne Gentleman, 

Count: O fir, I haue bin feeking ye all oay, / , i4io«- 

And greatly do I praife my fortune thus to meete yee. 

Sat: In good time fir, be briefe I pray. 

Count: You do remember me I hope. 

Sat: Not verie well I promife ye 

Count: Lord fir, and you bee aduifde, I was one of them 
that reafoned before contempt, when you defended war, 
another arte, one the court, and I the countrie. 

Sat: I remember in deede fuch a reafoning, before that 
vile monfter Contempt, but you I haue forgot. 

Count: O Lord fir yes, by that token we went afterward 1410 
to the Ordinarie. 

Sat- True, true, now I call ye minde, by this token I was 
not able to reache commons, and fo was calhierd out of 
your companie 

Count: Twas againft my will Ifaith : ye fawe I was ano- 
ther mans gueft. 

Sat: Its no great matter. But whats your bufines wyth 
me now, that you feeke for me Ib haftily ^ 

Count- Marie fir there is warres toward, do ye not heare 
on it ? 1430 

Sat: Thats to too lure. 

Count: And I feare by reafon of my wealth I ftiall bee 
chofen for a Captaine ouer fome Companies. 

Sat. And what of that 

Count: Why I haue no skill, and therefore woulde hyre 
you to ferue in my place. He pleafe ye well 

Sat. The Duke wantes men fir, and therefore mull; yee 
feme your felfe, though not as a captaine, yet in a place fit- 
ting your perfon. You offer me moneie, why man He deale 
kindly with ye, ye fhal haue fome of me, here take it, be not 1440 
nice. In the Dukes name I charge ye with horfo and furni- 
ture to be readie to morrow by breake of day, for the bufi- 
nes askes fpeed. 


Count: Bu 



’i The Cohlers TropBefie. 

•* ^ Count- But I hope ye will not deale fo with me ? 

^Sat: But I ai^ lure I will, therefore dilpatch on perill of 
your life 

Count: Why what alife^is this, that fuch as I mull ferue^ 

A fliame on warres for me that ere they were. S^xit. 


Enter Raph and other prifoners with we'hpons 

Sat: Why now fellowes, what are you ? 1450 

Raph • What fouldier, do not you know me ? 

Sat Yes Raph, but what are theft ? 

Raph Faith certaine pu-ftllowes of mine, that haue bin 
mued vp, & now the exclamation goes we Ihal haue wars, 
we are all ftt at libertie, and ftnt to you to be traild vp. 

Sat- Why wert in prifon ? 

Raph. I faith I prophefiedfo long, that I had like to haue 
bin hangd. My wife kild the courtier man, that would haue 
kild me & the Duke to, but He be a prophet no longer thats 
fiatte, after I haue done beeing a fouldier. He to cobling a- 
gaine. 

Sat. So doeft thou well : But fellowe tell mee why wert 
thou in 

Prif Faith lir for nothing but riding another mans horfe. 

Sat: That was but a fmall matter. 

Raph: A thing of nothing, for when he had ftollen him, 
he were as good ride him as leade him in his hand. 

Pn. Faith thats euen the truth on it. 

Sat, 1 thinke you all haue bin of foch condition, 

But now betake you to another courft, 1470 

The Duke hath giuen you life and libertie, 

Where otherwift your deeds deftrued death. 

If now you doo offend vnder my charge, 

Looke for no fauour but the martiall lawe, 

Death on the next tree without all remiffion, 

And if ye like not this I will returne yee 


From 



Th&CoMers Prophejie. 

From whence ye came to bide the doome of law, 

Speake, will ye line and feme as true men fliould ? 

All- I, I, L 

Raph- I am lure ye take me fojr none of theyr uumber. 'I480 
Sat: No Raph, thou (halt be IHll with mee, 

I haue an hoaft of worthie fculdiers- 
Readie to march, to them now will I goe, 

Heauens and good fortune quell our furious foe. 

Sound drums. Exeunt omnes. 

Enter Contempt, Eenus following him, hee pujhmg her from Sc. x\ 
him twice or thrice. 

Cont; Awaie thou ftrumpet, fcandall of the world, 

Caufo of my forrow, author of thy fliame. 

Follow me not, but wander where thou wilt, 1490 

In vncouth places loathed of the light, 

Fit fhroude to hide thy luftfuU bodie in. 

Whole faire’s diftaind with foule adulterous fin. 

Ven: Ah my Content, proue not fb much vnkind. 

To flie and leaue thy loue alone behind, 

I will go with thee into hollow caues. 

To defart to the dens of furious beafts, 

I will defcend with thee vnto the graue, 

Looke on me loue let me fbme comfort haue. 

Contempt ftiU turnes from Venus. 

What not a word to comfort me in wo ? 

No looke to giue my dying heart fome life ? 

Nothing but frownes, but lowres, but fcornes, difdaines ^ 

Woe to my pleafures that haue brought thefe paines. 

Haue I for this fet light the God of warre, 

Againfl whofe frownes nor death nor heauen can ftande, 
Haue I for this procurde the angrie Gods 
To make me exile from all bleflednes. 

Haue I for this loft honor and renowme, 

Become a fcandall to the vulgar world, lyro 



-> The Cohlets Proph^cte 
'.And thus to be repaide ? Ah breake my hart, 

Had^all thefe euils falne vpon my head. 

And Inillions of more harmes than heauen could heap, 

Yet all were nothing, had not my Content, 

Rewarded me thus vilie with Contempt. 

Con • Shape of collu^on, mirrour of deceit, 

Faire forme with foule deformities defilde 
Know that I am Contempt in nature fcornefull, 

Foe to thy good, and fatall to thy life : 

That while I ioyde in glorie and account, ijao 

Difdainde all vertue, and contemnd all vice. 

Good, bad, were held with me of equall price. 

And now the waning of my greatneffe comes, 

Occafiond by thy loue, whoroe Mars afpected, 

And I that all defpifde am now reiected 
For which I thee reiect, difdaine and hate, 

Wiftiing thee die a death difconfolate 

Venus. Yet once regard me as a thing regardles. 

Thou art the abiects wretch aliue efleemed, 

I worfe than vilenes in the world am deemed : i jjo 

I fcornd, thou hated, each like other beeing, 

Liue we together void of other being. 

Con Lightnes of lighteft things that vaunt of life. 

Sprung from the froathie bubbles of the fea : 

Leaue to fblicite him that loathes thy lookes. 

Spitting vpon thy faces painted pride 

I will forfake thee, and in lilence fhrowd 

This loathed trunke defpifed and abhord. Exit. 

She offers to ffllovv, he drmes htr hache 

Venus; So flies the murderer from the mangled liras, 1 540 

Left limles on the ground by his fell hand. 

So runnes the Tyger from the bloodies pray. 

Which when his fell ftomacke is of hunger ftancht. 

Thou murdrer, Tyger, glutted with my feire, 

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Tbf Coblers P^ophe/ie. r 
Leauft me for&ken, map of gricfe and care. 

O what is beauty humbled to the bale. 

That neuer had a care of ciuill thought ? 

O what is fauor in. an obfcure pl^ce ? 

Like vnto Pearles that for the fwine are bought : 

Beauty and fauor where no vertye bides, iHo 

Proues foule, deformd, and like a lhadow glides. 

Ah that my'- woe could other women warne. 

To loue true wedlocke or the virgins life : 

For me too late, for them fit time to learne. 

The honour of a maid and conllant wife. 

One is adorde by Gods with holy rites. 

The laft like Lampes both earth and heauen lights. 

But the foule horror of a harlots name, 

Euen of the Lecher counted as a Icorne : 

Whofe fbrhead beares the marke of hatefull fliame, 

Of the luft-louer hated and forlorne 
O luch is Venus, lb fliall all luch bee 
As vfe bale lull, and foule adulterie. Exit. 

EntertheDuke, htsDaughter,PrieJl, and Scholler: then &■ w 
compajfe the Jiage,Jrom one part let a j'moke aiife • 
at whtch place they all Jiay, 

Prt: Immortall raouer of this glorious frame. 

That circles vs about with wonder great, 

Receiue the offrings of our humble harts 
And bodies prollrate on the lowly earth. ij7o 

They all kneele downe. 

Our finnes hath drawne the fiirie of thy wrath, 

And turnd oiur peace to miferie and warre : 

But if repentant foules may purchafe grace. 

We craue it humbly, and intend to line, 

Hereafter more reformd than wee haue done 
For pride, we entertaine humilitie : 

For our prelumption, due obedience : 


Loue 



^ J 

The Coblers Pnpkejie. 

L«ie fqr Contempt, and cha^titie for lufi: : ’ 

The^Cabbin of Contempt doth burne with fire, ij 8 o 

In whidh our finnes are caffc, and there confiime. 

Heare vs yee heauenly po-^ers, helpe we require, 

” And be propitious to the penitent. 

J^ntera Mejfmger. 

Mejfen. Rife from the humble earth my Noble Lord, 

Rife vp yee Priefts, Princes, and people rile, ’ 

And heare the gladlbme tidings I vnfold. 

Of happy peace and glorious victorie. 

They all rife and cafi mcenfe into the fire 
"Duke- For that fweete voice ofFerd to vs by man, if 90 

Call fweeteft incenle into holy fires. 

And while they burne, tell on thy happy newes. 

That wee may heare and honour heauenly Powers 

Mejfen- VVhen Sateros my Lord had brought your power. 

In view of our prefuming enemies : 

And equall place was chofen for the field. 

He lent a Herrald, willing them reftore, 

The wrongs that in Booetia they had done. 

And leaue the Countrey, turning to their home. 

Or els relblue on doubtfiill chance of warre. i^oo 

They proud, ambitious, couetous of gaine, 

Returnd an anfwere filled with dilHaine 
Then was the fignaU giuen, and llremars red. 

Menacing blood on either fide aduancde. 

Drums, Fifes, and Trumpets drownd the cries of men, 

That ech where fell before their Foe-mens Iwords 
Mars there Ihowd ruthles rage on either part, 

And murder ranged thorow euery ranke. 

Dull dimd the funnes light, and the powders fmoke, 

Seemd like thicke Clowds in ayre congluminate i^io 

Thus was foauen houres conlumde, and doubtful! chaunce 
Sometime with vs, Ibmetime with them abode : 

Till at the length our Generali gaue charge 
To found retreate, which made the hopefiiH Foe, 

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Purfue 



Thf- Callers Trophsjie. 

Purfue regardlefle'^our retyring baiids. 

That being knit together in firme ranke, 

Afrefb purfude their ftragling followers 
Then fell their glory like the ripened come. 

Before the Cickle and the Reapers hand : 

In briefe, Ibme fled, mofl: flaine, and many taken 
Haue left the honour to Bocntia 

Duke. To hSauens and Sateros returne we thanks. 

For thy reward receiue this recompence : 

The Duke giues htm his vpper garment. 

Our felues will forward to falute oiir friends, 

That fought for honour of Booetia. 

Sound Drum and Trumpet notes triumphantly, 

Heauens haue the honour for this victorie. Exeunt. 

Tj 

Enter with Drum and Trumpet Sateros lead letvaeene Mars & 
and Mercuric, Raph Cobler and his wife following, 
and other fouldiers. 

Mars- Thus Sateros haue we affifted thee, 

Our true fworne fouldier, worthy man at Axmes, 

And the Bocetian Duke hath heauen appeafde. 

By firing folfo Contempt and loathed lull 
Mercuric the fonne and meflenger of loue 
With me fhall pafle vnto my warlike houfe. 

Goe thou vnto the Duke with aU thy traine. 

That longs to fee thee, and requite thy paine. 

Sat To mighty Mars and wary Mercuric 1^4® 

Poore Sateros giues thanks and vowes his duety 
Raph- Are yee here yfeith? heres two on yee, 

Raph Cobler may curfe the time that he ere knew your cbpany. 

Mer: What mine man ? 

Raph: I yours, what reafon had you to make my wife mad ? 

I and fo mad to kill one ^ and then make me a Prophet ? 

Mer: It was the fecret iudgement of the Gods, Sateros Ipeak 
to the Duke to thinke on him, and to remit hir feult. 


Sateros 



^ The Cohlers Trophefie 
fliall be done. ' 

Man- Is this the Prophet ? i5jo 

Raph: I that it is, that told you your owne when twas. 

Mars- Sateros vfe him ts^ell. 

Raph. Nere doubt you that : are yee bemembred fince ye told 
him, if ye let your lelfe ^gainft the Gods they would driue you 
out of heauen. 

Mars- Well what of that? " 

Raph- Faith at that time the world might well haue affoorded 
you a Cart to ride in. 

Sat- Go too Raph, ceafe 

Raph: I, I, and great folke doo amifle, 1660 

Poore folke mitft hold their peace. 

Mer. Mars lhall we hence ? 

Mars: 1 , farewell Sateros Exeunt Mars and Mercuric 
Enter vetth honour the Duke and hts trame 

Duke- Welcome braue Ibuldier, welcome to you all, 
loy Hops my words, I cannot Ipeake my minde, 

But in this triumph pafle we to the Court, 

Where you lhall all receiue your due deferts. 

Sat Thanks Noble Lord. 

Raph: What lhall I doo then, and my wife ? 1670 

Duke: I will prouide for thee, and pardon her. 

Raph: Faith then farewell the Court; 

For now He not run and ride, nor no more abide, 

But fince my mad wife, has changde her mad life. 

He euen leaue to be a Prophet Ipeaker, 

Take clouting leather and naule, and fall to my old trade of the 
gentle craft the Cobler 

Zelot. I Raph that will be fittell for vs 

Duke: Come Sateros let me yet honour thee. 

To whom the heauens haue giuen great victorie, 1680 

And tooke in worth our worthies lacrifice. 

Wherein Contempt and Lull with old ingratitude, 

G 3 Haue 



f I' 

The,^ Coblers ^‘rophejie r 
' Haue periflied like Fume that flies sfrom fire 
March forward braue and worthy man at Armes, 

Thy deedes fliall be rewarded worthily : 

Embrace the SchoUer, liue you two as fliends, 

For Armes and Learning may not be at iarre, 

CounfoU preuents, counfell preuailes in warre 

Sat: My thoughts are free from hate, let me not liue, 

When fouldier« faile good Letters to defend 1^9° 

Sch. Let euery SchoUer be a Souldiers friend. 

As I am friend to thee and fo wiU reft. 

Raph. I fo liue, and yee are bleft. 

How faft thou Zelote is not that life beft. 

Duke: Then with due praife to heauen let vs depart. 

Our State fiipported both by Armes and Art, Exeunt. 

Fortuna Crudelis, 


FINIS.